Bandits @ 12 o'clock!

Well, it might have been nearer 5 o'clock, towards the end of our afternoon wander.   Military trainers doing their stuff.
Piston engines so not as fast and frightening as jets.
For frightening, we have to rely on scroats on unrestricted leccy scooters hurtling along the pedestrian pavements.  Apparently it is too dangerous for the wee mites to ride on the roads, so pavements it is.  The culture here seems to accept that fast is good, slow is bad and must get out of the way.
The other noticeable aspect is that the locals are hugely reluctant to look you in the eye and have largely lost the ability to smile.  Exception: a little old lady in Lidl this morning after we let her jump the que.  Smiled from ear to ear, thus exibiting her tooth.  
( Not teeth.  She only had the one.)
Extra:  Aren't all fish feral,  negating the need for this banner hoarding. 
Tomorrow threatens wall to wall sunshine.  I'll believe it when it happens, not before.